I’m Not Just An Ordinary Dog. I’m A *Libby!

 I know. You are thinking. “Who is that magnificent creature?  And why does her owner have a halo around herself? How come that dog seems so perfect and happy? How come her owner seems so nice?  Why does that dog spread joy and gratitude and good will wherever she goes?”

Well here’s the answer:

I’m not just an ordinary dog. I’m a *Libby!

When my owner wakes up in the morning she sees me sleeping, and she smiles to herself. She thinks how I used to live and it makes her feel good that she made it possible for me to be so happy curled up next to her.

When my owner takes me for a walk, People say “What a cute dog. How old is she?” And my owner says she’s eleven years old but I just got her. She’s a rescue dog.
“ And then the people say “What a good person you are!"  And my owner feels really good about herself! Ha ha.

Before my owner got me, she was thinking of taking those anti depressant pills cause she was feeling bad.  She looked around at all the sadness in the world and just felt helpless. She started to feel helpless about her own life too. Then she got me. And guess what I did? I made her laugh so much she forgot to be sad. It was the best anti depressant pill she ever took. And she didn’t need a prescription. And she has no bad side effects! Just good ones! Those are just a few of the reasons that

I am not just an ordinary dog. I’m a Libby.

 Now, I am already taken but you can have your own Libby too. All you have to do is adopt a dog from a rescue organization. I doganally, was saved from a puppy mill by A Tale To Tell in Pennsylvania. But, you can find rescue groups wherever you live. There are tons of them saving dogs everyday. They need people to adopt the dogs they have rescued, so that they can save more.  That’s where you come in. You just say: "I wanna have a Libby, just like Mrs. Stillman has." And whoosh!  You save a dog and make your own Libby!  

Of course you can name your Libby whatever you want. S/he doesn’t need to have my name. Your dog’s name could be Phydough, or Lucky, or Savedy, or Nomilly, or anything you want. It will still be a Libby and you will feel gooder than you ever have. That’s a Libby Promise!

So remember, if you want to feel happy, if you want to feel good about yourself. If you want to feel that you can make a difference, if you want to feel hope instead of despair. Make your own Libby as soon as you can.

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Oh and one more thing, you can turn into an extra really good person by just telling other people about Libbyness.

Oh and one more-more thing. I hear that people save (ugh) cats from catteries too. So I suppose you can do that too, if you are dumb enough to like cats more than dogs.

So: As the song sort of goes:

Look for the Libby Label

We were in prison

But now we’re free.

We used to suffer

But now we’re happy

And you’ll be happy

If you save me!

• Oh, and one more-more-more thing:

 Libby stands for: A Dog Liberated from a Puppy Mill and is not to be confused with Libber, which means: A Woman Liberating Herself From The Human Mill.

 I support both, but that’s just me. You can be half as good as me and just support one. Or you can be no good and support none. Or you can be bad and be against one. Or you can be evil and be against both. That is up to you.